Invictus
apologies to WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY modified by theano

Out of the flowers that cover me,
Blue as the pit from waterhole to waterhole,
I thank whatever twin gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the embrace of chance circumstance
I have not moaned nor cried aloud.
Under the wanderings of chance
My head is bobbing, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of dance and cheers
Looms but the ever-present shade,
And yet the passing of the years
Finds and shall find us all unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with humming in the knoll,
I am the master of my deer fate,
I am the deer captain of my soul.